We are all passengersBoarding a train no one knows its destination,Folks, youth, childrenReplacing the ones that leaveAt every stop it can possibly take few breath,We might either be among who leaveOr being leftWell, most probably both.

It may be only one train But remember,The seats are manyFilled and empty,We may change places sometimes,To enjoy views by the window,To catch up with old friends,To make new ones,And to randomly indulge in life stories.

You should realize by now,We are all on a pretty exhausting Yet exhilarating ride,Though behind us fear is chasingCuriosity is going to save us from upfront,Therefore start pondering yourselfYour heart and your mind too,

“Do you know who sits beside you?Will you bring them with you?Or are you still watching flashbacks on the glass window?And leave like how you first board this train?”

When time and people Swiftly pass by,In memories sometimes I stuck For in there,I can always replay everythingThat fresh feeling of joy and happiness,I can watch us having a blast Like we were the only ones living, And the rest of the eyes didn’t matterBecause we built our own bubble there,A bubble that were meant for usA haven where our own laughs echoed.

My mistakeI believed in forever and beyond,In something so delicate and fragileWishing it to be solidly permanent,I missed glimpses of fingers outside
Poking our bubble till it popped,And some of us began to walk outLeaving just me and the empty chairs,And these pieces of ripped bubbles,Nothing can make this whole againBut their returnMaking a new one Together.

“Was I too selfish?To own the thoughtOf having you,All six of you to myself”.

“It’s your fault,” he said For spraying all of my room, With a tin filled with chemicals Till the whole room Smelled like a mosquito nightmare.

“It’s your fault,” he said For causing myself to breathe difficultly,And funnily, that comes from a smoker Who is the real murderer To his own child.

Is there any difference anyway? When cigarette smoke slides down under my door Multiple times a day, Taking up the entire space of the room That almost makes me choked up whenever I hide under my blanket.

So, I told him If you want to kill me so badly I would prefer letting me, kill me, Since you do not care of anything under this roof You would not probably care if all you ever find later Is me lying on the cold floor, Breathless.

You might have no ideaBehind those facesAmong the crowds,I was thereWatching from a distance,And when everyone dispersedLike a dandelion dust,I slowly stepped awaySwallowed by peopleAnd perhaps,How proud I wasYou might still have no idea.